There is no way to hide From the revelation tide In the age of dread Those are the days How the unborn clays In the age of dread There is nowhere to run Now you really need a gun In the age ahead It's like turning wheels Made of fire and steel In the age of dread You will not be saved by the holy ghost You will not be saved by the God Plutonium ' In fact you will not be saved Difficult to describe, but it's yet more difficult to deny, why should I lie? Wondering as I flow, beyond that trivial fact of the weight on my back Giving it room to grow and glow, just like snow it melted, and I felt it Run like rain, and still remain the same Hot flame that came and gave light through the night Caring, sharing, whispering That beauty made me sing, and it's kinda' like spring A rebirth, for what it's worth It's so cosmic, and yet so DOWN TO EARTH.